international datelines - Winston Churchill
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Despatch BOX, continued<br />
To ICS United States<br />
Thank you for your invaluable help<br />
in locating the primary source for the<br />
"pity to be wrong" quotation from<br />
<strong>Winston</strong> <strong>Churchill</strong> [see "International<br />
Datelines." -Ed.] I used it again last<br />
week as I addressed the International<br />
Institute for Strategic Studies in<br />
London. You are absolutely right — it<br />
is very appropriate for the times.<br />
I am delighted to accept an honorary<br />
membership in the International <strong>Churchill</strong><br />
Society of the United States.<br />
Thank you also for the copies of Finest<br />
Houi. They contain some wonderful<br />
material and I shall treasure them.<br />
COLIN L. POWELL, CHAIRMAN<br />
JOINT CHIEFS OF STAFF, WASHINGTON, DC<br />
Election 1955 Memories<br />
The photo of WSC and Clementine<br />
in issue #73 was from 1955 not 1951,<br />
and I thought your readers might enjoy<br />
a little information thereon.<br />
A General Election was called for 26<br />
May 1955, and although Sir <strong>Winston</strong><br />
toured the Constituency and addressed<br />
several meetings during preceding<br />
weeks, he and Lady <strong>Churchill</strong> did not<br />
arrive on Polling Day until the evening,<br />
when they dined with Sir Stuart<br />
Mallinson at Woodford Green. As<br />
escort I duly called for them sometime<br />
after 10 PM to take them to the counting<br />
of votes at the Sir James Hawkey<br />
Hall, Woodford. As they entered the<br />
foyer <strong>Churchill</strong> turned to the right to<br />
enter the gentlemen's toilet, followed<br />
by Lady C! "Are you joining me, my<br />
dear" he enquired, whereupon she<br />
collapsed on his shoulder. By chance a<br />
press photographer took the snap, and<br />
it appeared in the Daily Sketch on<br />
Saturday May 28th. I have a copy of the<br />
photograph in my archives.<br />
Incidentally, Sir James Hawkey, as<br />
vice chairman of the Epping Constituency<br />
Conservative Association, was<br />
mainly responsible for the invitation to<br />
<strong>Churchill</strong> to stand as its candidate at<br />
the 1924 General Election. Their<br />
friendship lasted until Hawkey's death<br />
in 1952.<br />
On 24 April 1953 Mr. <strong>Churchill</strong> was<br />
invested with the Garter; on 19 May<br />
1953 I was elected Mayor of the<br />
Borough of Wanstead and Woodford —<br />
Coronation Year! I laid the Foundation<br />
Stone of the Hawkey Hall, with Sir<br />
<strong>Winston</strong> playing 'second fiddle' as our<br />
esteemed MP. For the occasion I was<br />
presented with an engraved silver<br />
trowel with an ivory handle by the<br />
Hall's architect. After the ceremony<br />
WSC was invited to lay a few bricks<br />
beside the 'stone,' and in so doing<br />
FINEST HOUR 75, PAGE 32<br />
"Are you joining me, my dear 1 ." (1955)<br />
broke the handle off my trowel —<br />
much to the amusement of the guests.<br />
On 26 March 1955 <strong>Churchill</strong> drove<br />
to Woodford to open the Sir James<br />
Hawkey Hall. In his speech he said how<br />
pleased he was to see Hawkey's son, Sir<br />
Roger, with his daughter Sally, who<br />
was celebrating her 21st birthday that<br />
day. Thus you can understand the<br />
depth of the friendship which grew up<br />
between the <strong>Churchill</strong> family and the<br />
burgesses of the Parliamentary Divisions<br />
of Epping and Woodford.<br />
DONALD L. FORBES, CBE, JP, FCA<br />
WOODFORD GREEN, ESSEX<br />
Australian Salute<br />
On your tour of Australia last year<br />
you lunched at Wyndham Estate and<br />
met our cousin, Digby Matheson. He<br />
has contacted us regarding a poem by<br />
our mother, Myra Steer, which we have<br />
pleasure in sending to you, in an<br />
Australian Comforts Fund copy. Most<br />
of her poems were written during the<br />
war years. In the family are several<br />
letters written by <strong>Winston</strong> and one by<br />
Clementine <strong>Churchill</strong>, and we have<br />
enclosed a photocopy of these.<br />
Myra Pickering Steer was born in<br />
1888 and spent her entire life in the<br />
southeast corner of Queensland. In<br />
1915 she married Rev. John Steer,<br />
reared six children, and wrote prolifically.<br />
She wrote many poems,<br />
which were published mainly in the<br />
local newspaper, and printed two books<br />
of verse: "My Pin-Up Man and Other<br />
Poems" during WW2 and "Selected<br />
Poems" during the Coronation Year<br />
1953. She had a weekly children's<br />
column and also wrote a children's<br />
book, "Bandai." She passed away in<br />
1964.<br />
JOHN & JOY STEER, TEWANTIN, QUEENSLAND<br />
My Pin-Up Man<br />
by Myra Steer, 1888-1964<br />
He's pinned up in me kitchen, where<br />
I sees him every day,<br />
An' I often sez, "God bless him," for<br />
he helps me on me way,<br />
He ain't what you'd call handsome,<br />
but his face it makes you care;<br />
For he looks like some ol' gran' duke<br />
dreamin' in his ol' armchair.<br />
'Taint a "swell" room for to pin him,<br />
but I likes him there the best.<br />
It's the place where most I needs him<br />
in me long endurance test.<br />
An' though it's gettin' shabby — needs<br />
new lino on the floor —<br />
Well, I kind o' just don't see it with<br />
him sittin' by the door.<br />
Still an' all I get rebellious, peelin'<br />
spuds the same ol' way,<br />
Washin' up the piles o' dishes,<br />
sweepin', cookin' every day.<br />
With me fam'ly in the forces, an'<br />
releasin' man-pow'r too,<br />
I do get so awful weary, I do get so<br />
awful blue.<br />
And it's when I starts a-thinkin', and<br />
feels as I could sob,<br />
Comes a chuckle from me "pin-up,"<br />
an' a voice sez, "Do your job!"<br />
An' I sort of stands attention, an' I<br />
seem to read his mind;<br />
He's a man wot scorns a shirker, an'<br />
the folks wot lag behind.<br />
An' I sort of hear him sayin', "Blood,<br />
an' toil, an' tears, and sweat!<br />
I have nothin' else to offer." We shall<br />
be victorious yet,<br />
"For we'll fight 'em on the beaches, in<br />
the hills, the field, the street,<br />
An' we never shall surrender, "We<br />
shall never take defeat!"<br />
An' I kind o' see Ol' England — Isle o'<br />
Greatness o'er the sea —<br />
Bombed and bleedin', with her Allies<br />
fightin' for the likes o' me.<br />
So I peels me spuds an' whistles, for me<br />
tears won't let me sing —<br />
An' I cooks a coupon dinner wot might<br />
tempt a hungry king.<br />
Now, there ain't no housewife medals<br />
— if she dies, no epitaph;<br />
But she fights her daily battle, one an'<br />
only on the staff;<br />
An' what I sez is logic, maybe, consolation,<br />
too,<br />
It depends upon yer stoker how yer gets<br />
yer engine through.<br />
An' me "Pin-up" man, he helps me, so<br />
I talks to him, I do.<br />
An' I sez, "God bless you, guide you,<br />
help you see them dreams come<br />
true."<br />
He's no glamour boy, I'll grant you,<br />
bein' just too old by far —<br />
But he's England's "Bull-dog" <strong>Churchill</strong>,<br />
dreamin' with his ol' cigar.<br />
"Young <strong>Winston</strong>" Endings<br />
I have been trying for a long while to<br />
get a true and accurate copy of "Young<br />
<strong>Winston</strong>," starring Simon Ward, including<br />
the original final scene. This